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Elaine.
And me.
Elaine stood near the doorway, twisting the strap of her handbag around her fingers.
“I think I should leave too.”
“Mom, stay.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
His expression softened.
“Please.”
But Elaine looked at me instead.
“I’m sorry.”
I hadn’t expected that.
I nodded.
Then she walked out.
